The rumble seat...

My Uncle Carl had a Ford Model A with a rumble seat.  The rumble seat was like where a trunk would be in a car, but instead of a trunk, you popped open the hatch and there was a seat.  A rumble seat.

You can imagine why it was named that.

I remember riding in that car many times when we were young.  

And like many things that take you to the edge, you have a number of options.  Some people got sick.  Some were frightened.  Me and my cousin, we just hung on for dear life and laughed.

On the road of life, sometimes we find ourselves riding in the rumble seat.   We can get freaked out or we can hang on and enjoy the ride.

It's all going to be fine in the end.

It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.